This story is based upon the anima My Hero Academ.

This was the city of Berk, it was located in one of the coastal states of America and the people that are known to be strong and hearty, in fact more people joined the military there than any other state in the country.

It has some charming features but the huge mountains and the dark forests and overlooked the vast ocean. Each and every house in the city had been rebuilt at least once, as they got destroyed practically every single day. In some places they would have earthquakes or tornadoes, but here they had heroes and villains tearing up the place.

Hiccup was your average short skinny 15 year old boy at first glance there wasn't really anything interesting about him. He had auburn hair and emerald green eyes that matched his green longsleeved T-shirt and the only thing that stood out to anyone was the fact that he had a metal prosthetic leg that merely looked like an iron boot.

Hiccup was walking down the street to school as quickly as he could, but attention was diverted when there was an explosion. Curiosity winning him over made his way towards the crowd that were surrounding a set bollards and soon discover what they were looking at.

The entire place was cordoned off as a big battle raged on between a guy resembling a werewolf and the guy holding a pair of twin swords. The guy with the swords was dressed in a brown getup and had an owl-shaped mask over his face.

"Given up, Werewolf you can't beat me," he said strongly.

Werewolf snarled. "That's what you think, Stormcutter."

To explain what was going on, you need to go back 30 years in 2021 when everything changed. There have been some sort of accident on strange new chemicals, no one knew what they were doing, but the accident changed the entire world.

On a sea base in the Pacific Ocean, there was an explosion which destroyed the facility. The chemicals they were working on then poured into the sea and mixed with the undersea wildlife. Naturally these wildlife were used to create fish tablets which was being distributed everywhere.

While some people it didn't work, on others it unlocked unimaginable potential. For some people they were given an extraordinary gift, a superpower. Of course, people began panicking upon seeing the unexpected changes.

Scientists studied the chemical from the spillage and discover that it unlocked a certain type of gene certain people, a meta-gene they described. The gene gave certain people super abilities, but guarantee that the people were still humans no matter what effect it had upon.

Then people decided they could use these powers to evil ends and soon the world would have entered into World War Three, if a certain group of individuals has stepped forward. They were known as the first heroes and together they were able to quell the nervous people all across the world.

The UN then created a new registration known as the Hero's Registration Act. It acquired people to sign their names and respected powers upon the document also known as Meta-Human Registration. There were fears that people would use this document in order to target certain people to acquire their powers.

Thankfully, that was avoided by new security measures developed by one of the first heroes, Technora. She was a technopath and had a brilliant mind creating an AI intelligence known as Bewilderbeast, whose primary goal was to protect the identities of newly found heroes.

Adding to this special schools would establish for people to use their powers responsibly and to become heroes themselves. Agencies informed him that allowing heroes to not only save people from disasters and villains, but they would also get paid for it.

30 years later and now about 60% of the population had superpowers. Some of them inherited these powers from their parents, who have been in first contact with the exposure. With more meta-humans appearing all over the place it was now pretty uncommon to find that someone had not developed an ability of some kind.

Hiccup was still watching the battle as it unfolded between Werewolf and Stormcutter. It in take a genius to work out what Werewolf powers were, he basically had the same abilities as a wolf. Stormcutter on the other hand was able to generate powerful gusts of wind and my focusing this power upon his blades he was able to cause it to slice through steel.

Stormcutter then swung his swords unleashing a powerful gust of wind upon Werewolf, who turned his claws into the ground as firmly as possible. Once the wind died down Werewolf charged towards him as quickly as he could baring his fangs.

He swiped his claws at Stormcutter, but the hero quickly somersaulted out of the way. "You're going to have to do better than that."

"Then how's this?" Werewolf snarled and then quickly bit down upon right his leg.

Stormcutter winced in pain, but then quickly spun around in midair so fast that Werewolf was able to keep us hold upon his leg. He was then sent flying into a flower shop closed by with a mighty crash.

Stormcutter winced as blood poured out of his right leg, it was clear that Werewolf's attack that caused him significant harm. Hiccup had spent most of his life studying the different powers of heroes and villains. Stormcutter's greatest strength was long ranged attacks while Werewolf was more a melee fighter.

However, Werewolf was more agile thanks to wolf like agility and his sharp fang had caused a lot of damage to Stormcutter. Then emerging from the shop with a broken pot on his head and he snarled at Stormcutter.

"You can't keep this up forever," he snarled. He then glanced down at Stormcutter's blood covered leg smirked. "Especially with that wound."

"I don't have to beat you," said Stormcutter yelled as Werewolf charged towards him ferociously. "I just have to stall you."

Suddenly there was a massive crash right in between the two of them. When the dust cleared standing there directly in front of them was a man in green armour with rippling muscles. He had a helmet over his head that resembled the combination of a stink bug and a rhino. On his chest he wore a symbol of a horned dragon.

Immediately cheers erupted from the crowd, for good reason, because standing in front of them was the world's greatest superhero. Skullcrusher, he was one of the original heroes that banded together to stop a world gone mad. People called in the modern Hercules, because of his unbridled strength and vulnerability.

"Causing trouble this early in the day, Werewolf," Skullcrusher said in a booming voice.

Werewolf was now not as confident as he was a few seconds ago. "I… I was just, uh…"

"Don't need to say anything, Werewolf," said Skullcrusher as he cracked his knuckles. "I know exactly what you're up to and now it's time to put you down as the dog as you are."

Then a faster than anyone could blink, Skullcrusher vanished into thin air. In truth he had been vanished, he was just moving faster than they could I could see any soon reappeared in front of Werewolf. The poor guy didn't stand a chance as he raised his fist into the air and slammed it down right on top of him.

Because a powerful impact that erupted across the entire city and leaving a Werewolf-shaped hole in the ground.

"I give up," said Werewolf's groaning voice as he lifted himself out of the hole.

"Smart move," said Skullcrusher. He then turned to Stormcutter. "Stormcutter, how's your leg?"

"It's fine," Stormcutter winced.

"Certainly doesn't look like it," Skullcrusher noted.

"I've had worse," he assured.

Skullcrusher has been nicknamed the Symbol of Peace by many as not only the world's greatest superhero, but the world's first hero. Hiccup would like nothing more to become a hero like him sadly there was a small problem with that dream.

Skullcrusher looked into the crowd and saw Hiccup near the front. Then before anyone could blink even vanished and Hiccup knew what to expect before it happened. He found a large arm grasping hold of him and he broke through the sound barrier.

When the entire world stopped zooming in front of him he found himself on top of a building and facing him was Skullcrusher. He then immediately removed his helmet to reveal a shaggy red beard man with eyes just like his.

"What do you think you're doing, son," he demanded.

Yep, Skullcrusher was in reality Stoick Haddock, his determinedly overprotective father. Ever since his accident, which resulted him even losing the leg, his father had been quite adamant him not following in his footsteps. Of course that didn't stop Hiccup from trying much to his father's annoyance.

"What you take down some bad guys," said Hiccup picturing his father's response in his mind.

"You should be at school," said Stoick strongly.

"A bit hard to do when the main route to it is cordoned off," Hiccup pointed out.

Stoick grasped to the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "Son, how many times do I have to tell you, you are not going to become a superhero?"

"Why not?" Hiccup groaned.

"For starters you don't have a superpower," said Stoick with his arms around his hips.

"I do," said Hiccup annoyingly.

"You don't have the muscle strength."

"Are you even listening to me?"

"And you don't follow orders!"

"This conversation is feeling very one-sided."

"Look you're a smart boy, Hiccup," said Stoick placing a large hand on his son's tiny shoulder. "Instead of all this superhero nonsense, why don't you follow in your mother's footsteps."

Hiccup hasn't seen his mother in a long time, due to the fact that she spent most of the time going from country to country to upgrade Hero Academies all across the globe. She was tech wiz with like him and even owned her own company that helped support superheroes with equipment and intel.

"Dad, I've got a superpower, a really good one," said Hiccup.

Stoick shook his head and sighed. "Son, you haven't shown any signs of producing any kind of ability for 15 years."

"You never gave me a chance to show it," said Hiccup wanting to rip out his hair.

"Enough!" Stoick boomed. "I'll drop you off at school and I do not want to hear any more about this he will talk."

Before Hiccup could protest, his father grasped his shoulder and immediately they vanished from the rooftop.

Stoick had landed Hiccup opposite his school and vanished before Hiccup had a chance to argue with him again. He then looked at his watch and realise that he was going to be lady begin having and quickly ran towards the school as quickly as he could.

He had just entered his class room when the bell rang.

"Cutting it a bit fine aren't we Mr Haddock," said the teacher with a slight frown. "I take it that you have a very good excuse."

"Sorry, sir," said Hiccup apologetically. "A villain attacked in the street that I normally walk down from. I had to take slight detour in order gets here."

"Maybe if you fought that no good then you would have gotten here sooner, Useless," said a boastful voice.

Hiccup didn't even need to look to know whether voice belonged to. It came from his cousin, whose primary goal in life was to make his life miserable. Snotlout Jorganson was sitting at his desk with his feet resting upon it.

He had greasy black hair, rippling muscles which would have made him an excellent footballer, he had piercing blue eyes and a smugness grin on his face. He wore a thick pair of boots and a pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt. He also had the biggest ego in the classroom and his eagle got even bigger when his super powers manifested.

Snotlout was capable of generating flames around him and shooting them, plus he also had superstrength which he got from his mother, his father's younger sister. He also got even smugger when he announced to everyone that he was going to enrol in Berk Hero Academy, one of the best hero academies in the country.

"You know I'm not allowed to do that, Snotlout," Hiccup groaned.

"Yeah, because you don't have any awesome superpowers like me," Snotlout grinned.

"That's enough, both of you," said the teacher. He then turned to Hiccup. "Mr Haddock if you would be so kind to take your seat so that we can begin the class."

Hiccup nodded and sat down at his desk and pulled his books out and about himself or another day in Helheim.

After school, Hiccup made his way into his part-time job which belonged to an old family friend.

Looking up his workbench was Gobber Belch, who was completely bald and had a rope like belonged moustache. The most notable thing about him was the fact that he had a prosthetic left-arm and right leg, plus he had a metal tooth. He merely wore a pair of dirty overalls covered in oil and grease. He was about 50, but the way he moved made him seem for younger.

Gobber smiled upon seeing him. "Ah, Hiccup. Thought you'd gotten yourself lost, or beaten up by a villain."

"Who me? Nah, I'm far too muscular for them to deal with me," Hiccup smiled and flexed his non-existent muscles. "They wouldn't know what to do with all this?"

"Ah, I guess they need toothpicks like anyone else," Gobber joked humorously.

Gobber was like a second father to him, in fact he was his father as his real father wasn't really acting like a father.

Gobber sighed as if reading his mind. "He gave you talk again, didn't he?"

Hiccup nodded. "And as usual, he completely ignored me. I'm telling you he doesn't listen to what I say."

"Runs in the family," Gobber muttered under his breath.

"And when he does, it's with the disappointments scowl like someone skipped on the meet on his sandwich," Hiccup grumbled. He then put on his best impersonation of his father. "'Excuse me, waitress! I'm afraid you brought me the wrong offspring, I ordered an extra-large boy with beefy arms, extra guts and glory on the side. This here, this is a talking fishbone!'"

Gobber chuckled. "No. You're thinking about this all wrong, lad."

"I don't know what he thinks, if we didn't live in the same house I will realise that he is my father," said Hiccup as he put on an apron.

"Have you tried telling him that?" Gobber asked as he opens the counter for Hiccup to walk through.

"It's like talking to a brick wall," Hiccup grumbled as he made his way round back.

"The thing about father's, lad is that it's their job is to listen to their son without letting on that they heard a single word."

"I just want to be a hero like him, is that too much to ask?" Hiccup asked.

"Well, have you tried stop being like that," he said gesturing to Hiccup.

"But you just pointed to all of me!" Hiccup yelled.

Gobber shrugged. "Well, you're not exactly Hercules."

Hiccup narrowed his eyes at Gobber. "Oh, you sir are playing a dangerous game! Keeping this this raw heroness contained, they will be consequences!"

"I'll take my chances," said Gobber as he began working on a device. "You know you could just sign on onto the Hero Academy orientation."

"Without my Dad knowing?"

Gobber waved his good hand dismissively. "You know that I'm a teacher, I can pull a few strings to get you inside. You still have to take the test like everyone else."

"I'm positive that I can complete the written test," said Hiccup as he pulled out his tools. "It's the practical test that has me worried. You know my powers are not suited for combat."

Gobber shrugged. "You don't even know what the test is going to be?"

Hiccup sighed. "I'll think about it."

"You have to be quick," said Gobber. "Applications for the Academy will be done the end of this week."

"Great, just perfect," Hiccup groaned.

After that little pep talk with Gobber, Hiccup made his way back home. His home sat on top of a hill that overlooks the entire city, it gave his Dad the perfect view of the entire city allowing him to jump into action at a moment's notice.

Hiccup wished his mother would visit, she always knew how he felt. Sometimes he just wished he knew who he was, he knew that he wasn't his father and he barely knew his mother for any comparison.

"I'm home, Dad!" Hiccup called.

There was no answer.

Hiccup didn't like this one bit. His Dad always came back home at this time of night and he immediately rushed in tossing his bag aside and ran into the hallway. His worst fears were realised as he saw his father laying down on the floor looking completely weak clutching his side.

"Dad!" he cried.